A Letter to Blake

At 14 he was kicked out of his house for stating who he was, at an age when innocuous identities begin to converge his were fractals, falling between integers – where did you fall? I think every human is an undifferentiated equation, some more than others, there's not an awful lot of space inside those integer lines after all; there's fractals in ocean waves, DNA, heartbeat, heart rate. in rivers and fault lines and the frost crystals forming on cold grass in winter mornings when excitable children have woken up at the first crack of dawn to see the snow, to watch their breath color their car windows and smile and stare at firewood within the safe space of their home. are there fractals in fire too? I hope so. I hope you are in a place surrounded by fractals and firewood.